dinau dinau dinaudinau aaaaAAAAAAA

its the australian idol theme song, der!

and so it begins. here are my notes from 730 this evening. i wont be explaining them. i made them up to 3 hours ago. i'll just be typing them.

young divas - paulini: skinny
scary diva: has new boobs
kate: cant dance. also made a good financial decision to join the group rather than go it alone
impulse diva: still exactly the same

pretty monkey has lost his mo and other monkey said a whole long spiel without blinking

callea: shorter, uglier, boringer, balder

deni and marcia: is deni dressing like her mother in an attempt to get her to like her more than jess?
'the boys are all jealous' says x.
'of what?'
'they just are'
i wonder if its because marcia is more manly that them and consider asking him, but decide not to as i already teased him enough about not being able to see the new harry potter cos its rated m.
boys go to bed

guy sebastian: what the fuck is that poor excuse for a guitar he is playing? where are the pickups? ooh, rock voice. guys grown some balls. must have got some sex. he should have a chat to dean. then send him my way. pfft, pointy shiny shoes. bored now. teehee, my cat just noticed my new lights. cute. ooh, he's rising up into the air like a god. god, hehe. looks a bit like a spaceship. perhaps hes a scientologist now.

shannon noll, huh. well, i have cheese and crackers here at the moment, so i'll tell you about those. i bought some mainland vintage the other day. it has a nice bitey tang to it, and also i like the little fridge men on the ad. the biscuits are saladas. i tried buying the better for you saladas with less fat and less salt etc, but they dont break on the line so ive gone back to the originals.
shannon is on the spaceship now. if he goes up in the air it wont be exciting cos guys already done it. he has shiny pointy shoes too. wtf is with that?

oh good, its over

DONT TALK TO HIM!!!

ads: season final of tripping over already? that didnt last long. i still think abe forsythe is better looking that the other one, daniel something. that would be because he's younger, probably.

an ad for colonnades. spun out. its not gonna bring anyone down here tho.

back to idol: THEYRE RIDING HORSES! oh, no they're not. its just plebs riding horses. jess and damo are in a cart. boring. your boobs are squished, klanie keough.

that bow is bad, jess. your dress would have looked much prettier without it. ditto damians hood. much prettier without.

aw, my cat is playing with a sock

ok, here we go...

yay its chris! i miss chris. lisa! and scared loser from way back.
mutto...meh. reigan, i quite liked her.
BOBBY!
they actually sound really nice together

now its the little aussie battler in a vest, NOT GAY. klancie...old diva...
DEAN! fuck he is a nice looking boy

jess is crying already, beautiful little thing

reigan: stupid gloves
mutto: stupid hair
klancie: stupid twang
joseph: cant think of anything to say about him
old diva: wtf is that around her shoulders?
ooh, nice arms, dean. not even his turn to sing yet
welcome back lisa...you really cant dance, but you're happy, so thats good
BOBBY!!!
well hello dean!
yeah chris! go chris
ricky...you really try hard...well done, good boy. def not gay...
damien is singing and all i can think is that klancies boobs look so much more comfortable in that top than before...pants tho? bad pants, klanc

is anyone elses set top box tv cutting out a lot tonight? its really shitting me.

ok, i got a bit waylaid watching jess. didnt take any notes, just watched. she is such a beautiful, happy girl. its so nice to see smiles. her cheeks must really hurt

ooh, ben kweller is coming. oh. john mayer. ben better be doing sideshows

you know, damien looks a lil bit spunky in some of those shots. there was one little irish kid that was cute, and damos sister is pretty, but really, the irish arent all that attractive, are they. i am totally basing that assumption on a two minute clip produced by australian idol btw. if you are irish, spunky, and most importantly single, cos im sick of boys with girlfriends, feel fre eto make yourself known. go on. feel free. please? i'll even look away while you type your number in

....

g: and the winner of australian idol, 2006, is mr damien leith
text from me to kirsty: damien
text from kirsty to me: lame
text from me to kirsty: actually ist quite lovely. jess is still smiling and laughing the entire time, she;s hilarious. damien is making lots of irish noises that make no sense

....

then i fed my cats, contemplated watching almost famous, but decided that you would be hanging to read my idol wrap up, so here i am typing it out for you.

oh, kirsty. auditions for next years big brother are december 8. i reckon you should go for it

now im gonna go check petstarr and see if their idolblog is done...

i am hot




apparently

i snorted

Slim Pickings

In 2003, Guy Sebastian beat Shannon Noll.
In 2004, Casey Donovan beat Anthony Callea.
In 2005, Kate Farnham-DeRouge beat Emily Williams.
Things aren't looking good for Damien, who seems destined to become the fourth consecutive skinny man to lose the Australian Idol final.

scott, to be certain

reading

im reading moby dick.

well, i'm not actually reading it. im reading 'the art of kissing' by hugh morris. printed in 1936, is a rolliking book of fact finding fun! meanwhile im reading moby dick vicariously through matthew baldwin, who we all know my undying unrequited un-word that means he doesnt love me back, nor does he even know i exist...love for.

not only do i get to read selected paragraphs from the actual book, i get a summary of 50 or so of the pages, a list of words and their meanings, and wonderful little gems of his own thoughts, like this one

Likewise with the edutainment chapters. Ishmael knew nothing about whaling before he joined the Pequod; now that they are at sea, though, he suddenly breaks the narrative with entire chapters devoted to the taxonomy of oceanic mammals and the migratory patterns of whales. Apparently he can access Wikipedia via the Pequod wireless network.

tom: And you are mistaking... Zack braff want's to marry me...Unfortunatly I'm not gay so I just said:"Let's just be friends instead!"

i need to share with you the radness that is my son

all saints!

!!!!!!!!

in my dream i was pashing mark priestley til the cows came home

which they didnt

because there were no cows

blow out the candles



after 12 years, chris crouch is closing down candle records, the most amazing record company ever to walk the face of this earth, if record companies could walk.

i saw darren hanlon last night at the jade monkey. crouchy was there, as always. it was such a great night. i hope he still travels around a bit with some of the bands. of course the batteries in my camera died just as i went to take the first photo, but i have a couple of snaps on my phone.
eli even had the class bear, gummy, to stay over night with him last night so gummy had a bit of an adventure. he got to go to a soundcheck and meet a famous musician.

darren and his tour manager, nat were really lovely with the boys. talking to them and asking them questions. dazz asked the boys what their fav band was. e said darren hanlon, x said the decemberists and shirley bassey. i think they made a good impression. x helped bree set up her drums, and then had a song writing moment in the toilets where he composed a new hit.

i was walking along the road
i fell over and hurt my knee
i was feeling miserable
then i saw my best friend
and then i felt alright

something like that

anyway, thankyou to everyone for a wonderful wonderful night

and thankyou to chris crouch, for the music

tomorrow eli is meeting darren hanlon

they're going to sing 'eli wallach' together




it shall be the battle of the guitars

still undecided as to whether or not im big day outting next year. i knowif i dont i'll be pissed that i missed it, but its $115 for bands ive already seen, or dont care about. it'll be the day itself that i'll miss. the walking around and seeing everyone, the laying on the grass looking up at everyone, the stumbling home in the dark afterwards...

something i am looking forward to is my birthday. im not too sure why im so excited this time round. its not a 'big' birthday, like a 16th, 18th or 21st. its not even a 30th. but i've already made the invitations. im wondering now if i should theme it...maybe 80's formal...i've never been to one of those...

will let you know

but you're all invited

in march

so theres heaps of time

dont worry

in the hope of ending this ridiculousness, i am going to publish all my crushes. hopefully one or more of these people will get back to me, and we can make out

ive divided them up into categories for you

baby boys

tom

dean


older guys
vincent d'onofrio

mmm, detective goran

harrison ford


han solo or indiana jones, i wont say no

people i've 'met' online

sighmon

daniel boud


people i know in real life

brett


jb hi fi guy

ok, i dont really know him as such, but we talked and he was cute and sweet and even though i dont know his name it is so totally love and meant to be and stuff. except when i googled 'hot jb hifi guy' nothing came up. weird

i think thats enough for now. surely someone from that list would read my blog and come round

ben kweller write some pretty songs

thirteen

We've been in the rain
We've been on the mountain
We've been round the fire

In fancy hotels
Drank water from farm wells

We sang with the choir

I kissed your dry lips
We jumped off the high cliffs
And splashed down below

Skin to skin
In the salty river
Made love in the shadow
Woooah ooh

Read books to each other
Read the mind of the other
Flew one thousand jets

We laughed and we cried
At movies and real life
At our ridiculous bets

We danced in the moonlight at midnight
We pressed against back doors and wooden floors
And you never faked it

And infrequently
We ignored our love
But we could never mistake it
Oooh ooh

We met on the front porch
Fell in love on the phone
Without the physical wreck

You gave me the necklace
That used to hang
Around your mothers neck

We questioned religions
Fed bread to the pigeons
We learned how to pray

We stood by the ocean
Turned our hearts in to one
We laid in bed all day
Heeey

We skipped on the sidewalk
Skipped stones on the water
We skipped town

We've seen the sunrise with new eyes
We've seen the damage of gossip and true lies
We've seen the sun go down

Had passionate makeouts
And passionate freakouts
We built this world of our own

It was in the back of a taxi
When you told me you loved me
And that I wasn't alone.

until i die

I'm so sorry I'm so paranoid
It's something in my head
That I can't avoid
And I want to be with you
And always will
Until I die
Until I die
Until I die

I'm so sorry that I've been like this
You're the one thing in this world
I don't want to miss
And I want to be with you
And always will
Until I die
Until I die
Until I die

Frost on the window
I'm in for the night
You've got a phone
Keep me in mind
Just give me a try

I'm so sorry that I've been so sad
But you are the best friend that I've ever had
And I love you
And always will
Until I die

Frost on the window
I'm in for the night
You've got a phone
Give me a try
It's still on my mind

So sorry I'm so paranoid
I'm so sorry I'm so paranoid
I'm so sorry I'm so paranoid
I'm so sorry I'm so paranoid
And I want to be with you
And always will
Until I die

its been over a week since i texted him

and right now im going to bed early instead of waiting up, just in case